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” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. You have only to look resolute and proceed upon your way. ’ She was obliged to acknowledge the justice of this complaint, and moved further into the passage to allow the men access. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. A brief calm succeeded. I have never seen a lagoon. ” “Tut!” he said, fuming, and put out his hand to the papers in the pink tape. Yet she took with her an uneasy consciousness that in this affair might lie the germs of future trouble. Annabel, I was lying. “She doesn’t know. But she was disturbed, mysteriously disturbed. "You have lived over here?"—astonished.
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